Welcome again, ladies and gentleman, children of all ages. I’m proud to present to you, once again, the rarely attempted, easily duplicated,
John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks. Yes sir, this memorial brings to you all of the pain and anguish found in a mrstlouis post, wrapped up tightly within the confines of a TheOneBigWill post. This, folks, describes all of the torment and agony that befalls us, the wrestling fan, and makes us all grind our teeth in frustration of how bad the business can truly be. This is the layer of Hell in which Dante forgot to write about; however, should he have existed in this time, he probably would have no interest in actually writing about the schlock you’re about to witness in this Memorial. Rather, he would probably rather grab the nearest knives, stick them in his eyes, and then proceed to bring those knives into his chest, in an attempt to end the misery in which he has had to endure. Surely, Hell would be a far better fate than having to endure this horrendous excuse for “entertainment”. Sure enough, doing this kind of thread gets taxing, and at times, I question my own sanity for having attempted to actually continue this thread on a daily basis. However, it’s necessary, and only for one reason; to give warnings to all promoters of all the evils of the past. Yes, while promoters have relatively great ideas, and have risen to power off said ideas; well, sometimes they throw out absolute clunkers. Sometimes, what may seem like the promoters as the next incarnation of the Four Horsemen really is, instead, a brand new Dungeon of Doom, and unless someone calls them out on these past transgressions, they will only continue to throw out crap that absolutely nobody wants. As a matter of fact, most people would rather stick their respective reproductive organs in a fire ant hill before having to relive these abominations. No matter how you spell it, wrestling fans have all had to go through some serious crap in their day. No matter when one would consider his “heyday”, it’s pretty factual to say that wrestling fans, all alike, have had to go through some painful and embarrassing moments as a fan. Not many people would ever want to subject themselves to this kind of anguish. However, I’ve chosen to give my life to examining all that is bad about professional wrestling. And though it seems a fate far worse than torture, I bring these travesties against mankind to your awareness, simply to warn you of the sheer evil that professional wrestling promoters are capable of. And maybe, just maybe, if we can show the true ugly side to wrestling, someone will listen, and we’ll never have to be subjected to this sort of torture again. These are the kinds of things that give men like Mark Madden jobs, and give them the ammunition to fire against wrestling, in general. And though we may not personally care too much for Madden, some of what he says has some sense of validity. There are plenty of terrible things in wrestling. And trust me, while we’ve gone through some pretty horrendous things already, now we’re going to go into a realm that even I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to stomach. So, with that in mind, let’s begin this little induction of ours.
And you know something? I have a question, now that I’m finished with this fucking Feminism course. When did it become a bad thing to be a real man? Whatever happened to the man that can pound a beer, and share his sex stories with all his buddies, even if the girl is around. True, we have men like NorCal and such around, but men like him are a dying breed, indeed. When did it become acceptable in this country for a man to go from being a rugged, plaid-wearing, beef jerky eating badass to a well-groomed, "metrosexual" girly-boy like Ben Affleck? Affleck recently agreed to be a spokesman for L'Oreal, with L'Oreal quoted as saying "Ben embodies a new generation of men who show their strength in their personality but are not afraid to care for their appearance." Afraid of taking care of their appearances? It's not that we're afraid you assholes, it's that we don't menstruate. What next? Men getting hormone injections so they can breast feed?
"Ben embodies a new generation of men who show their strength in their personality but are not afraid to
breast feed their children."
Is it okay that I don't have a sense of style? Is it okay for me to scratch myself? I'm hairy. I like wearing plaid and I don't want to be told how to dress by some dude with a "queer eye." Is that okay with you sissies, or would you like me to package my balls and neatly carry them in a purse? That isn’t to say that I view gay men as any less, because I love gay people. Hell, my roommate this year is homosexual, and that doesn’t bother me one bit. They, as well, are my equal. However, the “*****es” I refer to are those that enforce a PC era on us, and bind me by societies standards on what is man, and what is woman. No, those social norms have got to go, indeed, and we should only go by what is natural. Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
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….. Sorry about that.
Anyway, I tell you something, my friends, I fear for my safety in such a world. Even now, I can see myself being changed. Look at some of my posts. I shall call those posts part of “Feminism Tenta” Era. Now, that shall be no more. I swear, by all that is being a man, you will never see that sumbitch on the forums again. Sure, I’ll have an emotional side, and I’ll respect women as my equal, because they are. I, indeed, can be a man, and a feminist, without having to worry about the conflict arising from what may normally seem a contradictory stance.
And it is today, that I celebrate my manhood. A day where I grew out my beard a bit for Miss Tenta, and let her rub away at it, before getting down to business. A day in which I crack open a beer with my buddies on the forums, after spending a couple hours with my lady friend, and express my love for all of you on these Wrestlezone Forums. I celebrate the friendships I’ve made with you fine gentlemen, and toast to the future I wish to share with you folks, as it will be filled with terrific stories, and a way of life that can only be found on these forums. So on this, the 101st post in the JTMFTG, I cheers to the friendships I’ve made on these forums, and the bromances that I find myself in at this moment. Of course, not all of the drinks you find in front of us are alcohol, as I cheers to all of you. I cheers to you, FTS, IC, KB, and NorCal, as I also cheers to men such as TM, Tdigle, Will, Slyfox, in celebration of being men, and of expressing manhood. I raise a glass to you Razor, you Savage, you 48.7, you Lariat, you Sign Guy and you D-Man, as the folks that I consider good friends on this forum. There are far too many names to name, and I’m sorry if I’m forgetting folks, I swear I’m not, I have you all in mind for this toast. It just would take fucking forever to write everyone Mostly, I offer a cheers to three men I consider my best friends on this forum, that being the threesome of Xfear, though I’m sure I still have much to express with this man about stories of life, even if we seem to have extremely similar paths, Scotsman Dave (Thunderball to some), and of course the man himself, Doc. Cheers to you all, in a celebration of the wonderful nature that is man, and expressing oneself as a real men. And to this, I note the wonderful and terrific examples we have nowadays, on what it means to be a man. We have discussion and examples in society of men that weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty, and to do everything in their power to live life to the fullest. And what better examples of real men then the following individuals I will now show to you all. Men, arise!
Wait…. What the fuck is this? What the fuck is William Regal doing here? What about him signifies a Real Man? What, at all, makes him seem so manly?
Well, to answer those questions, we’d have to find Vince McMahon, and ask him where the fuck he got these suggestions. And while we search him out, we may now make time to celebrate the next induction into the
John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks.
Steven Regal: A Real Man’s Man
Yes, I had real trouble finding an actual picture of the gimmick. Sue me. You’ll see it in the damn match.
What Was It: Well, again, it’s only traditional to look at the man that got horrendously butchered by this gimmick, in Steve/William Regal. I say that because when Regal came to the WWE, they decided to change his name from Lord Steven Regal to William Regal. I guess because, well, Steven just didn’t seem British enough for them. Yes, Regal was from Blackpool, England.
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No, damnit, he’s from Blackpool, not London! Anyway, I felt a need to do that… That was such a fantastic movie. Anyway, yeah, WCW brought in Regal to portray “Lord Steven Regal”, a snob from London, and a true blue blood. This man, I will say, played the role
so much better than Triple H ever played that fucking gimmick. Regal had everything to the tee… He could work, he could cut a terrific promo, and more than anything else, the guy could get over. And he literally owned that Blue Blood gimmick. Everything about the guy screamed “snob” and was the type of foe that you just wanted to just punch in the face. He was so sneaky, and he was so fantastic at what he did. Feel I’m wrong? Listen to this promo, and the amazing work he did on the stick. First, though, you’ll have to watch this Sting promo, which isn’t too horrendous.
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Yes, everything that this guy did just absolutely drew heat. Even his theme music was absolutely annoying. Take a good listen, here:
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God, I remember as a kid wanting to beat this guy to a pulp. Anyway, I’d personally argue that he was the second best worker to every come from England, and though I’ll get cries of “Bulldog”, this man was twenty times the worker the Bulldog was, with five times the ability to cut a promo. To say the guy was remarkable as a blue blood, is the understatement of the century. He fit the character so well, that there probably was no way, someone should have tried to duplicate it.
Except someone did. Vince had used the same gimmick concept in the same years and such on a debuting wrestler, with a bit of promise. Guy’s name was Hunter Hearst Helmsley. Now then, Hunter would eventually become a better wrestler, but if we’re comparing the two, it’s not even a contest who played the better snob. Regal was every bit the boorish heel that Hunter was, with even better promo ability, and at the time, a better in ring wrestler. Hell, even his entrance music was better than Hunter’s. Oh, and guess what Hunter? Regal’s accent was legit… I wish I could say the same about yours.
Still, Vince used this blue blood gimmick, and also managed to sign Steve Regal in 1998. There was just one problem; Vince had a blue blood running around a little less than a year ago. Yes, indeed, there was already that blue blood gimmick, and surely Vince couldn’t have someone that wasn’t his creation play the gimmick better, could he? Nope, he couldn’t. Thus, Vince came up with a brand new gimmick for Regal. Regal was going to go through a complete gimmick overhaul.
Regal was going to change from a British blue blood to a Real Man’s Man.
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Yes, he actually came out in new jean shorts (Because, I guess, those are manly) and a hard hat. Why he needed a hard hat when he was going to the wrestling ring was beyond me. For weeks, they aired promos of the guy doing… Well, manly things. Chopping wood, working bulldozers, and shit like that. You know, because women can’t do any of those things either. Still, he was portrayed as a real rugged man. He was Britain’s answer to the Brawny man. The guy was to be the manliest guy in professional wrestling, and he had all of the qualifications by, well, being a man. They even gave you theme music to drive home the fact that he was a man. Take a good listen, and tell me that isn’t terrible music.
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I get it… The guy’s a man. Jesus. Well, let’s take a look at that manly man in our
Match of Ineptitude This match occurs on a Monday Night Raw of the year 1998, and is a bout between Goldust and Steven Regal.
Why It Failed: Before we go any further, there’s something that should be said, somewhat in Regal’s defense. The fact was, this wasn’t exactly a “happy” time for Regal. The guy was noticeably addicted to pain pills, and rarely was in a good mindset to wrestle, let alone attempt to portray a character. I understand that Regal was probably experiencing “personal demons”, and that I really can’t critique him for. Simply enough, the guy was having some personal issues, and sought his recovery through those damn pain pills. Quite a shame, actually, as I’ve said before, I have so much respect for Regal as a worker. However, there was absolutely no way the guy was going to stay employed in the mindset that he was in. Fortunately, he was sent to rehab, and perhaps if he didn’t, he would not be in the WWE, and perhaps not even alive.
As for the gimmick, the fact is everyone knew who Regal was, and we were aware of his work. We knew he was the original blue blood. We didn’t want him as the Real Man’s Man; We wanted Lord Steven Regal, or at least somewhere close to it. There was no way Vince was going to be able to convince us that Steven Regal was a real man, what with the knowledge we already had of the guy. Regal is typically great, but he’s at his best as a snob, portraying himself as arrogant and rich. And that’s what we loved about Regal, when he had his head straight. It’s a very sad thing to say, but we just want Regal as the pompous heel, or even as a comedy man. Regal actually has a sense of humor that is pretty remarkable. For example…
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We love William Regal as either of these portrayals… But we don’t love him as a “Real Man”. We want a legit interpretation, damn it, and when we have that, we love it. But when it isn’t the interpretation… Well, we shit all over it. And rightfully so.
Moment of Saving Grace: Today, the term takes a twist that is literal. You probably noticed just how messed up Regal was during the MOI, and how much he struggled to even keep his balance. It was during this stint that Regal was forced to go to rehab, before he could ever again return to the WWE. I can’t do the story justice, so I’ll allow for Regal to tell it by himself;
You see, it’s stuff like this that make you realize Vince does have a heart, and does care for his wrestlers, in spite of what people may have you believe. Regal, while here, was forced to confront his demons, and realize that he had a problem. Which is not only great because it kept Regal in the WWE, but it also may have saved the guys life. Simply put, I’m a Regal mark, so for me, this was a great thing, even if it was completely accidental. Still, this gimmick was utterly terrible for Regal, and earns a spot in the
John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks. Tune in tomorrow, as we induct
Bastion Booger
See Ya.